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Six months later…

Philip stood in the study, surrounded by the artefacts that now seemed to bear witness to the chapters of his life intertwined with Blanche's.

The reunion of the missing pieces from her father's collection added a layer of significance to the room, and he could not help but be swept away by the memories of their last six months together.

The gentle flicker of candlelight bathed the room in a golden glow, casting a warm and nostalgic ambiance.

Philip's gaze lingered on a weathered globe that they had studied together during lazy Sunday afternoons, planning their dream adventures.

The shelves displayed a curated array of novels that spoke of shared passions and whispered secrets exchanged late into the night.

His fingers traced the spines of old books, each one a bookmark in their love story.

As he reached for a leather-bound volume, a folded letter slipped from its pages, drifting gently to the floor.

Philip stooped to retrieve it, recognising Blanche's elegant handwriting.

Unfolding the letter, he found words that transcended time, capturing the essence of their connection in a way only a heartfelt letter could.